I gladly allowed the old man to lead me towards the medical bay despite me feeling physically fine. I knew mentally and emotionally I was unstable as a Nuclear Power plant, if it goes into a meltdown, everything is going to be reduced to nothing more than radioactive rubble!
As we waded through the damaged halls, people were going about screaming reports, getting the injuries out, stumbling about, etc.. In short, it was a organized chaos. The situation, guessing from my earlier relapses into reality, had improved. Still, so many were harmed. The number of injured wouldn't be known anytime soon and the dead... it would only increase, same as the final days of the Night Sentinels. At least everyone won't be dead, right?
I found myself shaking my head. How come anywhere I go, Demons seem to follow?
I mentally growled as my mind tried to find a answer. After being checked up, I needed to do something. If it were Demons that caused this, they would have attacked immediately so either they got smart and started using terrorist-styled tactics or it was someone that deliberately planted a bomb.
It was most certainly not a innocent, sweet girl who possesses demonic powers.
Then again I did mention that before and found a clown talking about it...
When we entered the medical bay, another deep, sad sigh escaped my mouth upon seeing the amount of injured. It wasn't surprising to see that the staff were overwhelmed, given how explosive the force was. Some appeared on the verge of death, the medics desperately trying to save them. Some, while physically fine, stared a thousand yards indicative of their mental state. Some were crying, shouting out their frustration.
Yet despite the hopeless scene, there were sparks.
Some of the people who escaped mostly unharmed were trying their best to help the medics, others were giving comforting words. That was when a thought crossed my mind.
I could bake sweets for people, maybe it'll help calm them down. Maybe...
Well, since I'm in the medical bay, might as well take off my helmet so the docs can see that I'm just fine.
Turning my helmet around, I could see blood pouring out of my mouth, ears, eyes, and nose from my visor. Huh, haven't seen my own blood for a while. Thankfully it wasn't hurting like the Titan's fist connecting to my face. I even cracked a smile because it didn't hurt!
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